E pofta de viata, pofta de soare
nu-i inchisoare chiar daca-i ninsoare
poti s-o lasi moale sa pui culoare
da viata-i frumoasa cand nu stai ascuns
stiu c-am mai spus da’ tot ma repet
vreau nisipul din sticla sa curga incet
si as vrea sa merg, sa vad alte lumi
Traiesc un vis si iubesc tot ce fac,
Si uite ce fac, trec neobservat
Nimic n-am uitat am memoria plina
Si daca gresesc orice procesoru-i de vina.
Vreau sa traiesc, sa nu imbatranesc,
Sa treaca si timpul dar dati-i reverse
Plec departe, cat mai departe, poate
nu mai poate sa ma dea jos o noapte
Am asta în playlist de vreo 2 zile pe repeat. Îmi place de mor O ştiu de mult, dar uneori funcţia shuffle îşi îndeplineşte datoria şi-ţi livrează la momentul oportun ceea ce ai nevoie. Versurile mai jos: Continue reading 'CTC – Orice'»
Cred că era ultima parodie la care m-aş fi gândit după Stromae – Alors on dance. Te face să zâmbeşti când lucrezi la 4 dimineaţa la un deadline strâns fără cola şi chestii de ronţăit.
Ascult piesa asta de vreo săptămână în continuu. E foarte utilă pentru zilele când cauţi joburi, munceşti la 2-3 chestii o dată şi ai impresia că niciodată nu reuşeşti să termini la timp ceea ce ai de făcut. Subliniez câteva versuri care mi-au rămas în cap…
To All My Friends
What you gonna be when you grow up?
I’m all grown up and still don’t know what
I mop throw up, I rock a tow truck
Long as it means that I can get old and post up
I used to be a typical winner
Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner
Cause as a kid I didn’t consider
That I would get the opportunity to be a full-time spitter
I love this occupation
I got bosses across the nation Validation is an understatement And I don’t really know how to take a vacation My kind don’t have any free time
I’m so distracted, but everything’s fine
I speak shine and I read signs
Appreciate your opinion, but this dream’s mine
It’s all love, we’re cool
But you don’t tell a cowboy what to do
I was the ugly kid that didn’t listen
Little big man, full of ambition
Based on imagination just like you
Daydreaming, thinking about the things I might do
I used to paint, draw, illustrate
Mom would facilitate, and it would feel okay
Seems like yesterday still plays a part
When I grow up, I wanted a job making art
Picture that, how many years old
Young enough to mix up love with career goals
But I was just this tall when they told me
That the world was mine, but the papers weren’t signed
There’s no deed, so proceed to go see
Up the whole piece like it owes me groceries
Don’t breathe until you formally know me
Won’t leave, better call authorities
It’s all love we’re cool
But you don’t tell an astronaut what to do
The turn tables stole my heart
Burnt the paintbrush, broke it apart
I miss it, I might revisit it
But I wasn’t that good, I admit it
Maybe you can’t tell but as I kid I wanted to be Melle Mel
And later as a teenager I wanted to be LL
Then I discovered weed and I wanted to be Del
And thank god eventually I found myself It’s funny when I bump into fools
I used to go to school with and they ask what I’m doing
Half of the time I wanna crack a lie
But fuck it, I’m still a wannabe rapper guy
Yeah I guess that it seems that way
I get to see the world, and it’s decent pay
As long as somebody wanna see us play
I wake up every morning and I seize the day
It’s all love we’re cool
But you don’t tell the president what to do
Tot pe tema asta, a mai scris şi Sara, la îndemnul meu, acum ceva timp. Mai multe piese de la Atmosphere pe BlackSheepSound.
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